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comment_ficWell, it's now Saturday, so time for the free for all. Here are the rules:
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Date: 2013-09-21 05:07 am (UTC)Historical, CS Lewis and JRR Tolkien, changing the world
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Date: 2013-09-21 05:08 am (UTC)author’s choice, author’s choice, [character] doesn’t panic; [character] gets furious
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Date: 2013-09-21 05:08 am (UTC)author’s choice, author’s choice, not everything has a meaning. in fact, some things have no meaning at all.
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Date: 2013-09-21 05:09 am (UTC)author’s choice, author’s choice, Hostages only work if your enemy cares that they live.
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Date: 2013-09-21 05:09 am (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice, one day I want to die and know I’ve done something important
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Date: 2013-09-21 07:45 pm (UTC)Fill - Service with a Smile 1/3 (ST:TOS, McCoy & Chapel)
Date: 2013-09-21 08:45 pm (UTC)(Privately, the good doctor was of the opinion that that ought to be Starfleet's unofficial tagline: "Starfleet: Meeting new and interesting people under less than stellar circumstances, and sometimes even managing to save someone's sorry ass in the process!" Well, either Starfleet's or his, one or the other).
It wasn't a surprise to people, therefore, that sometimes Dr. McCoy wasn't the most cheerful person to be around. Long-timers knew that there were certain days when he wasn't safe to be around, let alone cheerful. By and large, they understood it, or at least learned to keep their traps shut about it until such a time as opening them wouldn't result in later having them re-attached by a less than sympathetic nursing staff who had to live with him, you idiot, thank you so much for sticking your nose where it wasn't wanted. The captain was a genius maniac who'd get you into all the trouble in the universe, the first officer was a logic-obsessed vulcan who'd probably get you back out of it, and the CMO was a cranky bastard who could cuss you out so hard your descendants would be wondering years later why certain words made them wince in atavistic alarm, but who could also put you back together even if you'd been brought to him in a teacup.
You took the rough with the smooth, was the point here. You took the rough with the smooth, the crazy with the genius, and barring that you were actually in the process of bleeding out at the time, you took a long, long step backwards if you happened to walk into sickbay and Dr. McCoy was making that face in your general direction.
The fact that it didn't surprise anyone anymore, though, didn't mean that they didn't nurse a certain amount of respect and/or pity for people who could not only accept how much of a hard-headed cuss their doctor was, but actively ran the gauntlet of his temper on a daily or even hourly basis. With people like the captain or Spock, it was only to be expected, something you could put down to insanity or bravery or the protective calm of pure logic. With others, though, it could only be a case of sheer, raw stubbornness, and the patience of a saint.
There was not a soul aboard the Enterprise who didn't wonder how the medical staff did it, every goddamn day, but there was little doubt in anyone's mind that they were the unsung heroes of the ship because of it.
Which only went to show, Len thought wryly, that the best kind of boss was the boss that drew all the attention off you, and made you look like a saint by comparison.
Or possibly the worst. It depended on your point of view.
"I need ten minutes," Christine said flatly, not even waiting for the door to Leonard's office to hiss closed behind her before she stormed over to his desk and slammed her hands down on it in a way that suggested very, very clearly that at this point, comments and/or objections would not be advisable.
Len, half out of his seat and mouth already open on a question, rapidly say back down and shut it again. Let it never be said that Mama McCoy's boy was a slow learner.
"Ten minutes," Christine went on, her shoulders tight and quivering with repressed emotion, her temper rapidly and visibly fraying as she leaned over the desk to stab an angry, shaking finger in his direction. "Ten minutes with no idiot disruptions, where no-one complains, and no-one starts arguing, and no-one comes in here with domineering attitude and a sprained dick and expects me to smile sympathetically and not bite their head off for talking down to me like that."
Fill - Service with a Smile 2/3 (ST:TOS, McCoy & Chapel)
Date: 2013-09-21 08:47 pm (UTC)"I need ten minutes," she said, a lot more softly this time. Not the soft of someone on their way to calming down, but the soft of someone who was only a second away from homicide and desperately needed people to be very good in an effort to avoid it. "Because I'm the nice one, and I'm the patient one, and they deliberately bothered me because I'm not Doctor Leonard McCoy and therefore wouldn't point their idiocy out to them in a ten minute tirade that would not only make them wet their pants and scare two years off their lives, but would also have been incredibly therapeutic for me! And because I'm the nice one, and because we don't want to let the crew know that Dr Leonard McCoy is the least terrifying member of this staff and thus prevent any of them from ever coming to sickbay again, I smiled sympathetically, and I asked him to just wait a few minutes while I checked something in his file, and then I came in here in the hopes that my very nice and helpful boss would let me rant in his face for ten minutes and thereby avoid my having to stab someone somewhere that would make recovery very painful."
She sat down then. She wrenched her finger away from his face with a wordless snarl of frustration, and dropped down into his other chair to shove her hands through her hair and pant raggedly for a minute or two while she seemed to calm down. Leonard, extremely cautiously, leaned forward a little bit and gently laid his hand palm up on the desk in front of her.
"Well, that sounds like something any sane boss ought to be happy to help out with," he said carefully, and offered a tiny quirk of a smile when she lowered her hands to glare at him. "In the interests of preventin' homicide and keeping his truly exceptional and wonderfully patient staff sane and healthy, I mean." He gave a wry little shrug, and wiggled the fingers of the hand he'd held out to her until she took it with a long sigh, her shoulders practically unknotting even as he watched them. "My door is always open to people in need of a therapeutic rant about the idiocy and condescension of the world and everyone in it. You ought to know that by now."
She groaned, and tugged his hand up until she could drop her forehead heavily onto it. "I really should hate you," she muttered tiredly, her eyes closed and hidden behind their linked knuckles. "I never asked to be the nice one, you know. Doctors. There's nothing worse than doctors for a nurse's sanity."
"Oh, amen," Leonard agreed, taking his life in his hands and grinning faintly at her. "Hell, darlin', why'd you think I wanted to be one? Can you imagine how long I'd have lasted if I'd been a nurse? On this ship?"
She snorted, which he suspected he could take as a yes, she could imagine pretty well indeed. But her hand was easy in his, her breathing had steadied massively, and a lot of the tension had leeched out of her frame. These were all points in his favour, and a little self-depreciating humour never hurt anybody. A sprained pride was better than a sprained friendship, after all.